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driftwoodbirds:

not the orange of summers but
the dull, graying
orange of misplaced
hopes of woodchucks, waking
to see their shadow
longing, on the tips of
tongues coating
the backs of throats
like the wood smoke smell
of campfire in mid-november
and things that make you
feel smile.

drive-ride-drive:

I was in a hospital today and I saw this cute guy with a cast on his leg and my first thought was

hey this one can’t run away

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